Morose

The Last Stand

"I'm not afraid. I'm recognizing the possibility that I mean nothing to you," Cornish muttered, rising. "I know how little you value the life of a demon."

She held her tongue, knowing that anything else would be dangerous territory. It wasn't right for her to compare her creator to be akin to the being both of them held in contempt. She vanished, reappearing inside the impala, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, so she could begin her report to Crowley.

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"Crowley, do you know if the demon Cornish would betray you?" Castiel asked, looming over the future King of Hell. "I sense she is near."

Sam pulled Dean aside, staring back at the Asgardians in confusion. "Dean, listen, I know this is crazy...But perhaps Thor and Astrial can help us...We need all the fire power we can get."

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Cornish appeared in the recesses of hell, just out of Lucifer's grasp from the cage. Protected from being drawn in by his power, she peered around, confirming that they were alone.

"Azazel was killed, my lord," Cornish said, hating the need to recognize authority. "Crowley continues to work with the Winchesters."

She bowed slightly, wanting nothing more than to run away, find a new planet, and relocate. It wasn't as if she needed oxygen to breathe. Anything but Earth would suffice.

"Is that all you require of me?"

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Castiel shifted uncomfortably. The pagan gods always seemed to fell off to him, likely due to the abominations that they were.

Sam, however, frowned. "I don't recall reading of an...Astrial and....Loki is the brother of Thor?"

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Loki glanced at the devil. "Of course..."

He made a mocking bow, before vanishing from Lucifer's sight. He had no intention to go straight towards the task, no. He had all of the time in the world to complete the petty deal with the devil. Instead, he appeared at one of the world's finest astronomy labs, taking on the form of a young intern named Darcy. Here, he would wait for Jane Foster to appear, and take her as bait.

It would not only vex his brother, but guarantee his brother came to him. If he were to bring Foster to Lucifer, then, the rest would follow.

One domino would bring down another.

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"Life...Stone...?" Cornish groaned. She shook her head, reaching for either her gun or a non-existent bottle of scotch. "You're making this sound like a really bad superhero film," she commented.

Glancing at Castiel, Cornish snapped her fingers, and vanished. The angel sighed, only to appear outside with the rest of the gang.

"Cornish is gone," Castiel said grimly, eyeing Crowley. "Let us hope she has not gone to Lucifer."

Sam, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow at Thor. "Are you... Are you supposed to be Thor?"

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Loki chuckled. "And what is it you require of me, with the Winchester? Kill him? Break him?" His lips curled as he grinned, pacing back and forth, somehow seeming more self righteous than ever before. Hoodwinking the Winchesters would be easier to him than anything he had ever imagined before.

"Where shall we start?"

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Cornish frowned. "Seriously? All of you? Scared of some bits of ash?"

She rolled her eyes, Castiel appearing behind her. He nodded in agreement, and the pair of them picked up some of the remains. The human was long since dead, and Azazel gone with them.

"This is impossible," Castiel whispered, rising. "The demon was dead."

"Roger that," Cornish agreed. "Come on, Samuel, don't you find this a bit odd, hmm? For fuck's sake, you went to Stanford, you have to have smarts in that thick head."

Sam paused, breaking into a cold sweat. Azazel had been dead. He'd watched him die, see the demon blasted into a death not even a spell could return him from. "Dean, something isn't right here," Sam added. "He shouldn't have been alive for us to kill."

Castiel and Cornish remained behind, while Sam left the house with the rest of the team. The angel and the demon, both interested and stubborned, continued to pour over the fallen demon, wondering what could have brought a demon back from death.

Powerbound: The story of Edwina, and Mercury

Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex

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Eddie blushed again. "Y-you love me?" As relationships go, she never had someone tell her that on the first day. Of course, that is, if this could be considered a relationship. She wasn't quite sure what it was, what definition matched.

She nodded, eating a tiny bit of gelato. ”I’m so ready for a nap I’m exhausted. Being in pain, saving your butt from drowning, and running all the way away from the docks… You’ll forgive me if I ask you to carry my sweet beaked crow butt to a hotel.“

"Oh...Okay." Eddie said. Quickly paying for their food, she picked up the sleeping crow, and went into the New York streets. Lighting a path through the darkness, Eddie made her way to the nearest cheap motel, and paid for a room. The hotel was old and creaking, reminding her slightly of the Lizzie Borden inn. The room was on the top floor, fitted with two twin beds. Placing Mercury and his belongings down on one, Eddie sat down on the other, and quickly fell asleep herself.

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@AbandonedIntel Quick question: Can I edit the history section of Eddie's CS to include the events that happened in the 1x1s I did with her?

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"My down gall?" Loki chuckled. "Dear me, it seems you've forgotten how to sound threatening."

Loki's skin turned a delicate shade of blue, the Frost Giant in him becoming more and more apparent. Robbed of his magic, nothing prevented him from crossing the flames, and he merely laughed, his heart as cold as his eyes. "Give me one reason why I should help you, beast."

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Cornish swore, as her guns were snapped in two, and she was shoved against the wall. She spat at the demon's feet, laughing her head off. "You like it rough, huh? Is that how we're going to play it?"

She winked at Balthazar, watching as he threw his angel blade into the demon, completing and utterly destroying it. Released from her hold against the wall, Cornish picked up the shattered pieces of her gun. "Well fuck. Boss, you better replace this, or I quit. I'll join Team Lucifer."

Sam shook his head at Cornish, before staring down at the remains of the demon. "Either of you recognize this son of a bitch?'

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Sutton Smith

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Location: Jake's
Interacting With: Liam Matthews @Pundii, Mitsukuri Katsumi @BlueSky44

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Sutton nodded, pouring milk into the cup. "Not the weirdest thing we've ever made...Some kids like to put Red Bull in it," Sutton chuckled, passing the drink and the bill across the counter. His phone buzzed, and Sutton quickly began tidying things up in the kitchen, letting the meat for lunch thaw.

"That's the plan, though, i'll be honest I didn't expect the apocalypse to be so filled with small-town values and friendly smiles. I'm an associate producer with CNN in New York, they decided they wanted someone here 'just in case' - like i'll be able to get much film if the world /does/ end here."

Sutton grinned. "You must get to travel a lot, then?" She paused, chuckling a bit about his comments about values. The only values she had really seen in Altsoba revolved around the price of milk, and how it somehow justified the gigantic lagoon of manure out by the Jefferson farm.

"And hey, if it's all just a hoax, then I just got a few days of paid holiday, so why am I complaining?"

Chuckling a bit, Sutton shook her head. "I could think of better places to vacation than Altsoba. Whatever floats your boat, though."

She glanced up, hearing the door open. A young Japanese woman, nervous and confident at the same time, made her way inside. Sutton smiled at her, though truthfully, she was wishing that someone else came in. Jake himself would have been decent, or any of the other staff members.

"Welcome to Jake's, I can help you over here!" Sutton called out, putting on her winning smile. "Can I get some coffee started for you, miss?"

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: Altenian Main Docking Port A1 -- The Confiscated Ship

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Tryke could hardly believe it when Craig told her they'd have a new crystal drive in eighteen hours. She pinched herself, going off of the old superstition, her eyes wide. No doubt it had to be some sort of connection of the new T-1. No one else in the tower had that sort of sway, able to get a crystal drive so quickly.

"Tell the new T-1 it's appreciated," Tryke said numbly to Craig, before switching her PDA off.

Still in disbelief, Tryke went over towards where the crystal drive would be installed, and grabbed a cloth. The grime and wreckage of the old one was partially lodged in, and she cleaned it out, slowly and methodically, giving her time alone with her thoughts. The rest of the repair crew was taking care to place the old drive somewhere out of the way, allowing the senior repair division specialist to ponder.

Eventually, the ruckus from outside disturbed her from her thoughts. Peeking out of the ship, Tryke watched as the pilot was taken away in cuffs, and she couldn't help but smirk. Fisher would have some sort of punishment in store for him--but nothing as great as what would happen the next time the ship flew.

"Alright, this ship is ready to be moved," Tryke said, getting off of the confiscated ship. Motioning towards Tom's security team, she gave them instructions to move the ship to repair dock 17. It'd be plenty safe there, and allow for them to properly install the new crystal drive.

"Everyone else, you can go," Tryke said, looking towards her repair crew. "Go get something to eat, we'll be working on this ship again in eighteen."